Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 08:05:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Lillian Luthor
Subject: Coach
Coach by Lilliluthor
Pairing: Clark Kent/Jason Teague
Feeback to: Lillian@fanfiction.net
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are owned and copyrighted by DC
Comics and Tollin/Robbins Productions. No copyright infringement is
intended
Clark Kent was cursed. At least that's what he thought when he left the
football coach's office. This year was supposed to be different. No more
mooning over the girl he couldn't have. No more late night trysts with the
billionaire's son he could have. And definitely no more trying to save
everyone. Lex was in Metropolis on his way to ruling the world. Lana was
back from Paris, but all indications were that she was moving on with her
life. Yes, this year would be different. He'd play football, go to the
senior prom and maybe even have a steady girlfriend. He'd be as American
as mom and apple pie.
Clark walked boldly to Coach Quigley's office, permission slip in hand,
ready to make a fresh start his senior year. Clark knew he was in trouble
the minute he saw that face. His first instinct was to run. Beautiful
blue eyes and golden blond hair had begun to work its spell before Clark
was fully in the door. Clark stood there mesmerized, watching full lips as
they explained Coach Quigley's absence and taking in that magnificent frame
as it drew closer to wrench the permission slip out of his hand.
"Jason^┼Jason Teague," the man said as he stretched out his hand.
Clark swallowed hard and willed his arm to move and accept the offered
hand.
"Clark^┼Clark Kent."
Clark knew he was practically drooling and tried to think of something
witty to say. Naturally, nothing came to mind and Jason practically winced
as the would be football star squeezed his hand a little too tight.
"Sorry," Clark apologized, willing himself not to blush. Blushing was
another item on his list of things he refused to do.
"That's quite a grip you got there. A lot of strength in those hands,"
Jason said as he flexed his hand to restore the circulation.
Clark's mind explored the possibilities of showing the new assistant coach
just what his hands could do.
"I hope to show you just what these hands can do," Clark blurted out
without thinking.
He wasn't sure when his inner and outer monologue had decided to merge. He
felt his face growing hot and knew he'd fallen off the blushing wagon.
"Well," Jason said clearing he throat, "practice begins tomorrow at 3:30
sharp. You'll have every opportunity to show me what you got."
Jason cleared his throat again, he wasn't sure why, but he felt as if he'd
just propositioned the beautiful teen (strike the beautiful he commanded
himself) the teen before him. Clark smiled nervously and shook his head.
"See you then," Clark practically purred.
"See you then," Jason replied.
Both men stood on the opposite sides of the closed office door feeling as
if they both just made a date. Clark got as far away from the school as
possible before running full out to the farm and to his fortress of
solitude. Unnecessary masturbation was one of the other things Clark had
added to his taboo list, but today he would make an exception.